First day

Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                     First day of autumn, season of diminishment. Trees open the pages of their psalms of lament, their long slow humility. Leaves mutter loss over and over. Veined and wrinkled hands like mine let go. The ground is a resting place of brown and yellow bits of things, seedfall and leafscatter, rustle of death.

In my sixties my days narrow now, a passage of shedding.

And yet— in Australia this very day is a first day of spring, the other side of this passage, this dying a rising into something new, unburdened, and alive.

                    Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light

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